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I left the noisome crowd and entered Caabia.
All was as before, save my own increased awareness.
The village square
                            a place of near earthly sight
                            (the senses, don’t you see)
Was veiled in powdered light
                       beyond peace    beyond quiet
                 in total contrast to time’s deception.
There was a motionless    standing figure now    distant
    I had not noticed before        
                   OR
    The person had not BEEN before
    (and before when I cannot say)
Beneath salubrious trees    a row of benches
        in the talcum grass
        the way ‘round this motionless figure        AND
    a silent throng    come out of their dwellings
        (the house doors stood open)
        a tower bell chiming
        (in my mind    because there was a tower seen)
        a perfect pastoral village    as before
        only    NOW    this mysterious distant presence
I entered the scene and took a seat
    ‘neath the trees
    my feet on the talcum grass
    head in the powdered air
And since the central subject did not speak    I asked the one next me
“Who is this presence?”
“He is the naked man.”
“What sayest this man?”
“He says nothing.”
“What does he do?”
“He does nothing.”
“Where does he go?”
“He goes nowhere    He is alone in Harmonia.”
“Is he beautiful?”
“No one can tell.”
“What thinkest this man?”
“He thinks of nothing.”
“Can we approach this man?”
“WE MAY NOT!”

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